I could scarcely make my errand understood.

I had run a mile without stopping, and now I _had_ stopped, my limbs seemed turned into lead and my head to ice.
"My poor child!" said the doctor, in the kindest manner imaginable.

"You should not have come yourself at this hour.

It was hardly safe.
Why,--you have run yourself completely out of breath.

Come in, while they are putting my horse in the buggy.